what if…


What if all we saw was smooth black-white glass?
Pale stares into light-absorbing morass.
Or these apathetic rays of piercing glances
Deflected from white forever away in angular trances.

What if absolute reason were grains of sand
Held tightly in the span of one’s hand?
Giving granular notions for finite thought
Thieving broader options in limited plot.

What if in a pondering maze
We thought about one sure beckoning gaze.
The basis of life for all to intersect,
Sadly still corrupted hearts callously reject.

But what if there was a sharp vertical mark
Etched in glass, separating  light and dark?
All choose which side to fix his vision
Some Light, others dark antithetical division.

Is there room for common ground?
I imagine the width of a series of points is sound.
It is not the tight-rope walker’s dream,
Hoping harmony who shall He redeem?

We hold out our hands to meet their reach
And pull them from their tightly clenched beach.
And as engulfing light wraps untorn,
Welcome lovely child, you are reborn.

(c) rick

“for those who have not yet seen … “

a rest deserved

Artist: Phoebe Stassi

Artist: Phoebe Stassi

wonderment glowing in
somber glances
reaching out to seek more
and more of that which shall
nurture a willing heart.
what, say I, plants this seed?
’tis the eyes of God
’tis the eyes of God

for indeed I
shall of sound mind
look beyond that
which I intend to fill.
what, say I, lights my way?
’tis the eyes of God
’tis the eyes of God

and steadfast
as I take this trek
from inside to
outside on to eternity
mind shirks the unfathomable.
what, say I, draws me afar?
’tis the eyes of God
’tis the eyes of God

resting now upon
grass and still waters deep
a loving gaze upon me now
O how warm and comfortable.
what, say I, casts this warming glow?
’tis the eyes of God
’tis the eyes of God


rick 2013